"Knock, knock, knock..." the door to Tang Qing's house was being pounded on.
Tang Qing quickly got up and turned on the light, pretending to be drowsy as he went to answer the door.
"Creak...snap..."
A sharp friction sound came from the main gate, startling the three police officers standing nervously at the door. They reflexively placed their hands on their waists, appearing as if they were ready to draw their guns. However, they relaxed once they realized it was the door. It was only natural given their overly sensitive state, with a serious gun shooting event having taken place in the middle of the night. This wasn't just about a pistol bullet, but also rifle ones. The fact that someone in this country had the audacity to use weapons like these for wounding people was nothing short of outrageous.
